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dreamwritesimagines · 10 months ago

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The Eye of the Hurricane [13] - Cupcakes

A.N: Here’s the new chapter my loves! ❤️ Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback, you made my day! ❤️I hope you’ll like this chapter as well and please don’t forget to tell me what you think! ❤️

Summary: There are many ways to plan a wedding.

Word Count: 2500

Pairing: MobBoss!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Violence, stabbing, death, guns, crime, blood, explicit language, dysfunctional relationship. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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Apparently, the fact that you had been in a car chase with bullets flying around last night didn’t change the fact that you had to go cake tasting the next morning.

Even if you were in desperate need of some sleep.

Bucky had brought you back into the honeymoon suit last night and put around twenty bodyguards in the hallway before leaving, and even if you wanted to go with him to question the captives, you were way too tired to do so. Since he was nowhere to be found in the suit after you woke up, you figured he had gone to his apartment instead of here after he was done. You heaved a sigh as you filled your cup with coffee, then walked to sit down on the couch and pulled your phone up to check the schedule for the day. Taking a sip of your coffee, you sent a quick text to Becca, and looked over your shoulder when you heard the door open.

Bucky offered you a small smile as he stepped into the hotel suit, and you tilted your head.

“Hey,” you said. “I was wondering where you were.”

“Hey,” he rasped out, exhaustion laced in his tone and you frowned slightly.

“Why do you look like you haven’t slept last night?”

Bucky shook his head, making his way to the coffee pot before grabbing a cup from the cabinet.

“Because I haven’t—” He stopped talking when he looked down at the red fingertip stains on the white porcelain cup he was holding, then cursed under his breath and went to wash his hands in the sink. You took a better look at him, now noticing the blood on his clothes and pulled back slightly.

“Bucky?”

“Not my blood,” he said. “I was uh—we were questioning the guys.”

“The whole night?”

“Mm hm,” he said, wiping his hands with a paper towel before grabbing another cup to pour himself some coffee. You leaned back to the kitchen island, cradling your cup in your palms.

“You should get some rest.”

“No time for that,” he said, taking a huge sip of his coffee. “I’m gonna take a quick shower and go to work. How do you feel? Could you get some sleep last night?”

“Are you trying to divert the subject?”

“Yeah, is it working?”

“No,” you deadpanned. “You need to sleep.”

“Sleep is for the weak,” he joked, making you roll your eyes at him.

“Bucky.”

“I’ll be fine,” he said. “Don’t worry about me.”

“I don’t,” you said quickly. “I don’t worry about you as a principle. It’s just that if you get sick because you haven’t slept or whatever, we’ll have to postpone the wedding and I know you haven’t met our wedding planner but she is not the type of person you cross.”

“Noted,” Bucky said. “Do you have any plans today?”

“I’m going cake tasting with Becca,” you said. “So did the guys say anything?”

“One of them will, eventually,” Bucky said. “We’re being very convincing.”

You hummed. “Do you have a preference?”

“In weapons?”

You blinked a couple of times.

“In cakes,” you said. “Flavor wise.”

“Ah,” he said. “Sorry, my mind is still at the warehouse. Anything but banana.”

“Very helpful,” you muttered. “You don’t have a favorite flavor in cakes?”

“Not really, I’m good with all of them—” he started but his phone vibrated in his pocket and he pulled it out, then his eyes skimmed the lines before he let out a groan.

“What?” you asked and he rubbed at his eyes.

“I forgot I had a meeting with Stark,” he said and cleared his throat. “Great, okay. So doing wedding stuff today then?”

“Yeah I gotta take a shower and get ready, but I can wait. You’re the one who looks like a horror movie killer.”

He grinned. “You know, if you ever wanted to save water…”

“You’re about to pass out from exhaustion and you can still make sex jokes?” you asked with your brows raised and he shrugged his shoulders.

“I have my priorities,” he said. “So if you—”

“That will never happen,” you pointed out. “Go.”

He held up his hands.

“Okay, okay…” he said as he climbed the stairs and you shook your head slightly when you heard the bathroom door close.

“Jesus Christ,” you muttered, taking another sip of your coffee. “Can’t believe I’m marrying him.”

When you planned this cake tasting with Becca, you were sure it would be fun for you but safe to say, Becca’s mood wasn’t the best after last night. When you first talked about it, you had said Leila could join as well but since she wasn’t here, you could only guess they had a big talk last night, after the car chase incident.

“So,” you said as you sat down and grabbed the nearest cupcake, then read the label that informed you that it was walnut and carrot. ��How have you been?”

“Fine,” Becca said, turning the cupcake in her hand and you pressed your lips together.

“How is Leila after last night?”

“Uh, she went to work,” Becca said, still staring at her cupcake. “And hasn’t texted me yet so I wouldn’t know.”

“Did she say anything last night?” you asked as you bit down on the cupcake, then shook your head and put it aside while Becca heaved a sigh.

“Yeah we talked.”

“And?”

“She says—I mean obviously she was terrified but she kept saying it wasn’t my fault.”

You hummed. “But you don’t believe her.”

“Well she has been in zero car chases with bullets flying around before she met me, so…” Becca trailed off and you reached out to hold her hand.

“Becca…”

“She’s going to leave me,” Becca said and cleared her throat. “You know what, she should leave me. That’s the right choice there.”

“Becca!”

“I never thought I’d say this, but maybe mom was right.”

You rolled your eyes. “I love Winnifred, but I wouldn’t take her advice on romance.”

“No no,” Becca said. “She kept saying this life is no fit for civilians, and she’s right.”

“You’re not even officially in the business,” you told her. “I mean I can see why being with a civilian would put them in danger if you’re one of the bosses, but you’re not. You don’t even want to be.”

“It doesn’t matter though,” Becca insisted. “I put my girlfriend in danger—”

“HYDRA put your girlfriend in danger,” you said. “And everyone is fine except those guys. I don’t know where Bucky took them but—”

“The usual warehouse.”

“Ah,” you said. “Well apparently he questioned them all night last night, so I can assure you that we’re taking revenge.”

“My girlfriend’s safety is more important to me than revenge,” she said and you pulled back slightly.

“Right,” you said. “No I know. But they’re never going to hurt anyone else, I assure you. And Leila is safe.”

She pursed her lips together and shut her eyes before squeezing at your hand.

“Sorry if that came out snappy.”

“No I get it,” you said. “Trust me.”

“It’s just…” she muttered and swallowed thickly. “Is this going to be the rest of my life? Always looking over my shoulder and worrying I might get someone killed?”

“Of course not,” you said in a rush. “No way. We had truce so far and it never happened before right? It’s just until we get rid of these assholes that we need to be extra careful, that’s all. After that, it will all be fine.”

She scoffed a small laugh.

“You sound like Bucky.”

“That might be the worst thing you ever said to me throughout our friendship,” you deadpanned and she let out a giggle.

“He looked pretty worried last night.”

“I mean I’d say so, you’re his little sister—”

“No no, for you,” she said. “We had a talk when he took me and Leila home.”

You pulled your brows together and shook your head.

“No way, Bucky doesn’t worry about me,” you said. “Why would he?”

Becca blinked a couple of times, and opened her mouth then closed it again to lean her fist on her lips, as if trying to control herself.

“Because we’re picking cakes for your wedding right now?”

“Oh yeah but that’s the only reason,” you said. “If I get killed, he will have to do business with Ian and he won’t do it so… It’s in his self-interest rather than my wellbeing.”

“I can’t believe I used to accuse Bucky of being oblivious.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing,” she said. “Okay so, my relationship issues aside, let’s pick the perfect cake for you and my brother’s wedding that is completely pragmatical on both sides, nothing more.”

You nodded fervently, then turned to look at the table.

“Not the bananas though, apparently he doesn’t like banana flavor in cakes.”

Becca raised her brows and tried to bite back a smile.

“Right. Uh huh.”

“Anyways,” you said and grabbed the next cupcake. “Let’s do a pragmatical cake tasting then.”

By the time you were done with everything you were supposed to do, it was already evening. You and Becca had picked two cakes but you couldn’t be sure so you had asked the bakery to give you a box of them so that you could get Bucky’s opinion as well.

Even though the idea of making his slice banana flavored just to mess with him was tempting, you were going to play nice.

Well, as nice as you could.

You pulled over in front of the warehouse and left the car with your bodyguards following you. Bucky’s men rushed around as soon as they saw you walking there with the small bag thrown over your arm, and one of them opened the door to no doubt let Bucky know. You smiled at the men by the door.

“May I?”

“Of—of course ma’am,” one of them said, opening the door for you and you stepped inside to see Bucky approaching the door.

“Charm?”

“Hi there,” you said looking around the warehouse. You had been here a couple of times while you were still the heir, and it looked as huge as you remembered. You could see the tied up figured on the chair far away in the room as the familiar scent of blood hit your nostrils, and you scrunched up your face before turning to Bucky’s men. “Could you leave us please?”

They turned to look at Bucky who nodded, so they all left one by one, leaving you with him and the tied figure that almost looked unconscious. Bucky went to the table to grab a towel so that he could wipe his bloodied hands.

“What are you doing here?”

“Wedding stuff,” you said, putting the bag on the table to open the small cardboard box. “I’m supposed to let them know tonight about which flavor we picked, and I figured I wouldn’t have the time if you decide to spend the whole night here again.”

“Okay but—”

“Also what kind of a question is that? We’re getting married and I can’t visit you at work, asshole?”

“I didn’t mean—”

“Here,” you cut him off by pushing a piece of cupcake into his mouth before he could say anything else and he pulled his brows together as he chewed on it, obviously deciding that arguing with you was useless.

“This is amazing,” he said. “What is this?”

“Lemon coconut,” you said as you tore a piece of the other cupcake in the box while he nodded.

“We can go with this one—”

“No so fast buddy, try this too,” you said, pushing the piece of the other cupcake into his mouth again and he chewed on it, deep in thought.

“And this?”

“Chocolate blueberry.”

“Fuck, this is a hard decision.”

“I know right?” you asked while the guy tied to the chair let out a whine. “I’m more leaning towards lemon coconut but…”

“Yeah no, chocolate blueberry is delicious too—why don’t we have two cakes?”

“Because the cake is symbolical Bucky!” you whispered while the guy let out another groan. “This marriage is going to require us to take some decisions about business together, how are we going to do that if we can’t decide on—shut it asshole!”

Bucky looked over his shoulder at the guy. “Yeah prick, we’re having a conversation here.”

“Fuck you,” the guy managed to wheeze out and Bucky shook his head slightly.

“You’d think he’d be more cooperative since I killed the other guy in front of him.”

You hummed, picking at the cupcake. “We are killing him too right?”

“Obviously, he put you and Becca in danger.”

“He also made Becca upset!” you said. “You know how I feel when people make Becca upset.”

Bucky popped the piece of cupcake into his mouth, then nodded his head.

“Lemon coconut it is,” he said. “Can I go back to beating the fuck out of him now?”

“Yeah don’t let me stop you,” you said and grabbed another cupcake from the box to follow him to the guy.

It was quite obvious that Bucky had broken every single bone in his face considering how he looked. Blood was dripping from his nose and mouth, his breaths were leaving his bloodied lips in pained groans but he still managed to look up at you while you leaned sideways to the column close to you, nibbling on the cupcake.

“Oh isn’t this the princess?” he said with great difficulty but let out a groan when Bucky grabbed his throat to squeeze it.

“I didn’t say you could look at her,” Bucky said calmly and you grinned.

“Hi there,” you said, chewing on the cupcake. “You seemed more confident while you were chasing me with a car, huh?”

The guy let out a choked noise and Bucky tilted his head, then pulled his hand back so that he could breathe again.

“You fucking bitch…” the guy started but he didn’t get to finish his sentence when Bucky punched him in the stomach, knocking the breath out of his lungs. He coughed while Bucky shook his head slightly.

“He just doesn’t learn,” he told you and you shrugged your shoulders.

“They never do,” you said, turning to the guy. “That was very rude by the way. Someone should teach you some manners.”

The guy scoffed and spat out blood.

“Maybe someone should teach you, you spoiled slut—”

He didn’t get to say anything else when Bucky pulled out his knife and rammed it right into his kneecap, making him let out a howl of pain.

“Maybe,” you said, your voice completely calm. “It’s not going to be you who teaches me anything though.”

He tried to catch his breath while you popped the rest of the cupcake into your mouth, then tilted your head.

“Bucky?”

He looked over his shoulder. “Yes sweetheart?”

“Make him do it again.”

Bucky shot you a grin and twisted the knife, the guy’s scream echoing through the warehouse again.

Chapter 14

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thgfanfictionlibrary · 28 days ago

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Winter/Christmas Masterlist (4)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 /

Created: February 22nd, 2024

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A District 12 Christmas Carol-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: AU. Miserly Haymitch Abernathy forces his clerk, Peeta Mellark, to work on Christmas Eve, and his wife is none too happy about it. Will he have a change of heart by morning, and miraculously learn to be kind and generous and love Christmas? Based on A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens.

A Lovely Winter Wedding-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: (AU). Katniss is the assistant to celebrity wedding and event planner Cinna Trevisano. She’s been working extra hard in preparation for a winter wedding when Peeta drops by to bring her something to eat. How will her employer react to finally meeting her mystery man?

be wherever you are-callmeshakesqueer (ao3) Summary: But she has to see him again. Swinging the door open, she gasps, met with Peeta whose fist is raised in the air, ready to knock on the door. “Did you forget something?” Katniss asks, a voice full of hope. “I did,” Peeta chuckles. “Your number.” OR Katniss Everdeen's POV of exchanging houses with a stranger from the internet as she tries to run from her past... only to find Peeta Mellark, who makes her brave enough to face the old demons and accept some things end for other things to begin.

Frigid-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: AU. Peeta Mellark, heir to the throne of Larkendelle, has worked to control his powers of ice and snow his entire life. After making a mistake the eve of his coronation, he runs away, only to be tracked down by a beautiful huntress hired to find him. Will she be his salvation, or will she only make matters worse?

Gingerbread cookies-MockingJayFlyingFree (ao3) Summary: Katniss doesn’t sleep. Peeta doesn’t sleep. Peeta makes Katniss gingerbread cookies - remnants from an ancient, forgotten and forbidden tradition called Christmas.

Hidden on this Prairie-RannonAce8 (ao3) Summary: Katniss lost everything during the war: her home, her family, and her innocence. Now, just a few short years after Appomattox she finds herself dislocated yet again when a dispute with the landlord leaves her homeless and unemployed. A chance meeting with a stranger offers her a chance at a better life out west but Katniss has no inclination to ever be involved with a man again.

I Love To Hate You-Diana_Flynn (ao3) Summary: Peeta Mellark can't wait to start his new movie with esteemed director Haymitch Abernathy. That all changes when he learns who the lead actress is - Katniss Everdeen, the woman he hates. For PiP.

Kissed an Elf (and Liked It)-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Modern AU mixed with canon (similarities and references). Katniss takes her 'niece' to get a photo with Santa. She's shocked to discover who Santa's helper is. For the prompt: Peeta works as a Santa's helper, and Katniss brings in her little niece Posy for a photo with Santa.

Mommy Used to Date Santa-JHsgf82 (ao3) Summary: Modern AU. Single mom, Katniss, brings her baby daughter to sit on Santa’s lap. Turns out, Santa is a guy she went to high school with‒and quite possibly could have been the love of her life. Do second chances really happen?

~Unmasked~-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: Written under an Anonymous pseudonym ~M~ to fill the following prompt: Historical Katniss and Peeta hate each other. They attend a masquerade ball and for some reason end up kissing each other. Sparks fly everywhere. Katniss tries to find the man behind the mask but Peeta knows it was Katniss though he doesnt say anything. They end up bethrothed even if they 'despise' each other. How they fall in love is up to u and how katniss figured out it was peeta is up to u

#winter masterlist #winter #christmas #party #masterlist #thglibrary masterlist #everlark fanfiction #thg fanfiction #everlark #thg #christmas masterlist

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steinpughhawke · 5 months ago

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➳ ⧗ a thread of bishova AU fanfics inspired by existing media (movies, shows, video games, etc)

I can’t wait until I can add all the future ‘We Live In Time’ inspired stories to this

Happily by 19harmony (The Proposal)

My princess from the stars by falling_upwards_slowly (Dune)

and the earth died screaming by polarkai: (Pacific Rim)

Beat It! by Flopikkan (Harry Potter)

In Another Universe..They Met in Night City by NeverQuiteLogistical (Cyberpunk)

I Am Divergent by yellow1jellybean: (Divergent)

In Another Universe…They Were At War With The Gods by NeverQuiteLogistical (Elden Ring)

don’t worry darling by clarkedarling: (DWD)

I will love you in every life by LizzieBlopaz: (Dickinson/Little Women)

L-UCKY by antclaykiwi: (WALL-E)

The Egg is Just the Start (of Breakfast and Life) by StoicLastStand: (Red Notice)

Wedding plans by Inniscarlet: (The Wedding Planner)

everything was beautiful and nothing hurt by nataliaswifey: (KillIng Eve)

tear the stars out from the sky (all i’ve come to realize) by karaslance: (WWE/Fighting with my family)

a howl of romance..by FoulBearObservation: (Mr & Mrs Smith)

The Arrows of Kate Bishop by Lord_Ghirahim: (3 part series - Percy Jackson) [third part is incomplete]

Can't Fight the Moonlight by SleepyHead24: (Coyote Ugly)

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sannylity · 1 year ago

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Divorce Lawyer x Wedding Planner Slimeriana AU

Charlie is a divorce lawyer, and it’s definitely unrelated to how his parents were in a loveless and abusive marriage.

It’s also unrelated that he doesn’t believe in love. Not the kind that’s portrayed in movies, with fireworks when you have your first kiss or electricity flowing through your fingertips when you hold hands.

To him, love can be better explained and is just backed by science and psychology, not by poets and playwrights.

Charlie has said this to a bartender of a bar at one point as he nurses one drink, who also happens to be his friend.

But then, out of nowhere, some guy disagrees with him.

“You’re wrong.” An accented voice from two stools on his right responded.

The stranger is drinking clean vodka. He flashes him a wide grin, frameless glasses raising from the apples of his flushed cheeks. He’s attractive but also wrong.

However, sure. Charlie will indulge him.

He raised him a curious brow. “And why do you think that?”

“Because I see love almost every day.”

It sounded way too cheesy. Adorable but slightly tipsy on the other man’s tongue.

Charlie snorted. “Why? Are you some kind of cupid?”

His grin only stretches wider, something bright in his eyes. “Close. I’m a wedding planner.”

Oh! Of course he is.

“I’m sorry for you. But it sounds like a nightmare.” Charlie raised his glass in the air as if it give him a toast.

The man laughs.

“And being a divorce lawyer isn’t?”

“I help people who realize the truth.”

It’s quiet after that. The air is still layered with some form of playfulness, although the pair of dark eyes pinned on Charlie unnerved him quite a bit. He pretend to keep sipping his drink until he sees the stranger take the empty stool next to him in the corner of his eyes.

He keeps pretending to keep sipping.

“You really don’t believe in love?” It’s painfully genuine in the way that the stranger asks.

Charlie turns to him and in his most serious voice, he says, “I have my reasons.”

And that’s where Charlie met Mariana.

An insistent wedding planner who wants to prove him wrong by taking him to the five different weddings that Mariana were currently handling.

Charlie agreed, for obvious reasons.

He can deny love, but not attraction. And Mariana is a pretty handsome guy.

Charlie just wants to see where this goes. Because he admittedly has never attended a wedding at all. To say Mariana was appalled is an understatement. He was immediately determined to take him to the most romantic of weddings he planned, not expecting that it will take a turn for a love story of his own.

#slimeriana #slimecicle #el mariana #qsmp shipping #qsmp fanfiction #qsmp au

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 2 months ago

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Honestly I love how Eric is a wedding planner in your AU.

I also headcanon that he’s well known for coming up with creative ways dealing with prying and difficult in laws and other guests who try to cause problems.

DEFINITELY!!! In general one of the reasons I mainly age up the characters to their 20s in most of my writing is bc I LOVE giving them careers, and Cartman as a wedding planner in the OrangeJuiceVerse just made way too much sense lmao. Bro is a hopeless romantic meddlesome fucker, extremely coy businessman, and he’s good at what he does. I also very much enjoy the idea that he’s the only one allowed to cause problems for his friends that feels very Cartman to me

It’s also wild bc for the LONGEST time I had no idea how to tackle Cartman in my writing; I thought he had to be completely evil, and I don’t usually lean towards the conflict side, so I’d leave him out a lot of the time. What changed that was when I was writing The Webs In The Rafters and I really wanted him as part of the crew, but it’s still Cartman so he can’t be too nice, he’s still gotta be an asshole. To get some practice for that I wrote A Movie About A Boy And His Dog, and that’s what kind of set his personality within the OJV, and I like to carry that into most of my other stuff too. I think a Cartmanism that sums up how I write him is “only I get to rip on you gaywads” lmao I love him

#my favorite abrasive fuckwad #south park #eric cartman #headcanons #OrangeJuiceVerse

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valiantstarlights · 2 years ago

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Wedding planner AU where Dream is getting married to Calliope, and the wedding planner is Hob, the one that got away.

Calliope's mom Mnemosyne calls Constantine's, which is one of the best (if not the actual best) wedding planning company in the country, but it just so happens that both Johannas (the founder and her granddaughter) have been booked for a royal wedding in a foreign country.

Whose royal wedding, you ask? Why, King Tristan of Stormhold to Yvaine the movie star, of course! Oh, but you absolutely shouldn't worry, Mrs. Muse. Mr. Robert Gadling is practically family to the Johannas, and he's our next best wedding planner. He did the Fell-Crowley wedding, you know, and that was the most talked-about event last year!

Mnemosyne begrudgingly agrees to book a non-Johanna, and so Hob is tasked to plan the Muse-Endless wedding.

Hob sees the clients' surnames and thinks that it might be Destruction or Delirium getting married to one of Mrs. Muse's many daughters. And sure, maybe he'll see Dream on the date of the wedding itself, but...well, maybe Dream won't even show. Hob knows he hates going to family gatherings, and if he learns that Hob is gonna be there, then all the more reason for him not to attend.

But yeah, he's not gonna say no to the job. The Muse and the Endless family are both fucking loaded. The amount of money and prestige Hob would receive would set him for life. (Or like, half his life, if he decides to buy like a ten yachts or something.)

Hob goes to meet both matriarchs of the family (as well as the couple about to get married) on the balcony area of the most fuck-off-poor-people restaurant in the city. The wedding is like months away, but he knows rich people like planning everything down to the tiniest detail.

Hob is an old hand at this now, though, and so he comes prepared and armed with theme ideas (with pictures), a list of wedding and reception locations (also with pictures and an interactive map), pictures from the past weddings he planned, fucking pinterest boards and the contact numbers of fashion designers--you name it.

He is dressed like he's meant to be there (since he can afford that kind of shit now), and even his briefcase is designer. He looks very impressive, is the point, and for this job, he has to be.

Hob gets there and is led to the balcony area. But he doesn't even see the spectacular view the place boasts of, because a figure wearing all black catches his eye, and it's Dream.

He looks just like he always did, so very beautiful and untouchable, holding himself with grace and quiet dignity. It reminds Hob of when he first saw Dream in the university library some...what, ten, fifteen years ago now?

Hob once again feels like a dirty commoner, especially when he spots Dream holding a pretty girl's left hand on top of the table, and on her ring finger is a large, borderline gaudy diamond ring.

Dream does not even notice Hob until Mrs. Muse spots him lingering near their table, frozen in place. And then Dream turns, his eyes widen, and his face goes through a series of microexpressions.

But too many years have gone by for Hob to be able to read them accurately.

And anyway, it doesn't matter.

It has been made clear to him that the two of them would never work.

It's fine. Hob is here to plan a wedding--Dream's wedding, apparently, and that's all he's going to do.

He smiles like it's his first time seeing everyone sitting on the table, and marches forward.

#I'm sorry I don't feel super well right now so I'm just posting old unposted stuff #I hope you like them though #dreamling #the sandman #my writing #wedding planner au

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bluefrostyy · 3 months ago

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I do have a bit of an obsession with your au (I’m just a lurker lol)

Any headcanons you have for the adult Pines (D & M) Twins?

:3 👉👈

Well yes i do! XD

Dipper marries Paz and becomes an artist which led him to create his supernatural tv show! Hes got 2 kids, an older daughter and a younger boy. Hes terrified of them bc they roast him but he bonds with Evan (the boy) bc he is a lil voice actor and likes the industry. Emilie is more reserved, like karate and sports and not very close to him, but she adores and admires him 🥺 He plays DD&moreD with them. Emilie loves it. Evan hates it xD

Mabel gets with my Oc Max bc i say so and she is an event planner like weddings, companies events, graduations, etc. She has her business and rules it like feracious queen bc BossMabel left her sequels xD She only has 1 baby boy Eddie. She had a rough pregnancy and refuse to do it again. Queen behavior💃 eddie is a lot like her and Mabel has a great relationship with him, but sometimes his messiness and clumsiness tests her patience xD She made Eddie hang out with her friends babies so theyd also grow up and be best buddies🤣 also shes very offended bc eddie hates Mabel Juice

the twins hang out frequently and go watch movies and have drinks together. Theyre still each others best friends😭♥️

this hc apply to my tripletsau and for canon heh

#pinestripletsau #gravity falls #mabel pines #dipperpines

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eyeslikewatercoolers · 11 months ago

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Pancake Morning (Wedding Planner AU drabble)

A little Tumblr-exclusive drabble to go along with Sushi Night. I've had this idea for a while, but couldn't find a good place for it until now. Enjoy some family fluff!

Kerri didn’t know for sure when she started calling Sasha by Mom.

In all fairness, Sasha didn’t know when it started, either.

One day, Kerri started using that word when referring to Sasha, whether Sasha was in the room or not. It was a natural change for both of them. Sasha was her mother, so she was called Mom. Sometimes Momma would be used, but nobody batted an eye when Kerri called her anything maternal.

Yet she was still calling Anetra by, well, Anetra.

Kerri loved both her mothers just the same and was close to both. She just hadn’t found the moment when it didn’t feel forced yet to call Anetra by mom.

It was a sunny Saturday morning when the teenager was hit with the smell of pancakes when she left her bedroom. Kerri knew Sasha was working at a wedding this weekend, so it couldn’t have been her in the kitchen.

Lately, Anetra was hardly seen in the mornings. Kerri didn’t know what caused the sudden change, but she did try asking about it. Sasha would make quick excuses for her wife like, ‘She’s not feeling well.’ or ‘She’s sleeping in.’ and then change the subject.

Kerri found her way to the kitchen and found Anetra scooping batter from a large bowl and pouring it onto a small griddle. She didn’t even know they even had a griddle in the house.

Carole King’s Tapestry album played from the small speaker they kept in the kitchen, but was only used a few times a year. She could hear Anetra softly humming along to the music while swaying her hips gently.

Kerri felt herself smile when she saw Anetra feeling upbeat. Every time she’s seen her mother lately, Anetra looked exhausted. She’s even caught her falling asleep on Sasha’s shoulder during a family movie night last week.

“You want some pancakes?” Anetra asked as she turned her head, opening the cabinet for a spare plate.

“Sure,” Kerri said as she sat at the breakfast bar and watched Anetra prepare a plate with a healthy-sized stack of pancakes. “Why are you up so early?” she asked.

“I felt pretty good when I woke up and the ba-” Anetra stopped herself, before continuing, “I mean, I was craving some pancakes,” she said as she placed the plate in front of Kerri.

Anetra was digging around the drawer to find silverware, “Hopefully the Bisquick recipe is good, we ran out of the other mix that we usually buy.” she said as she handed Kerri a fork, before making herself a plate.

Kerri took a bite as she watched Anetra buzz around the kitchen. The pancakes were light and fluffy but notably missing something.

“Hey, Mom? Could you pass me the syrup?” Kerri asked as she busied herself with putting a pad of butter on her pancakes and letting it melt. She didn’t even notice that Anetra stopped in her tracks until she looked up.

“Y-yeah, I can grab it for you,” Anetra said in a wavering voice. She was facing the other direction as she looked deep into the cabinet, but Kerri could hear audible sniffles.

“What’s wrong?” Kerri asked. She noticed her tone was eerily similar to Sasha’s whenever she was upset over something.

Anetra tried to wipe her tears away with her bare hand, forgetting about the syrup. “You’ve never called me Mom before.” she pointed out as she tried to dry off her face.

“Oh,” Kerri said, realizing what she just said. It felt natural to say it at the time. Anetra is her mother, so she wanted to call her Mom. “Then why are you crying?” she asked. Anetra wasn’t the emotional type of parent that Kerri knew her to be since her adoption.

Anetra took a deep, calming breath and sat on the stool next to Kerri. Kerri now had her full attention on Anetra.

“Sasha and I were going to wait to tell you this next week when she was back, but I can tell you early.” Anetra began to explain. “Do you remember when we told you we were thinking about having another kid?” she asked.

“I remember that,” Kerri nodded, even though they told her almost two years ago. She remembered appointment reminder cards from the Women’s Care Center and the sperm bank on the fridge for months, but they slowly stopped showing up.

“Well, we found out that we’re having a baby in November,” Anetra said as she started smiling. “I’m nine weeks along today.”

“So I’m getting a younger sibling again?” Kerri asked, her smile mirroring Anetra’s. Having siblings was the only thing Kerri missed from before foster care. Even though she was stuck babysitting all the time, she loved her younger siblings.

She had her younger cousins now that she saw on occasion, but it wasn’t the same as a brother or sister.

“You are,” Anetra said, understanding how Kerri felt about missing blood family. “Sasha was really excited to tell you, but I guess I’ll break the news to her that I told you early.” she frowned slightly at realizing that she would take away Sasha’s excitement about announcing the pregnancy to everyone.

“Or we could pretend that you never said anything and she can still tell me? I won’t say a word to her.” Kerri suggested.

Anetra thought for a moment and then nodded in agreement, “Deal. Mum’s the word.”

#wedding planner au #rpdr fanfiction #my writing #rpdr s15 #my fics

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theskee · 2 months ago

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what even is a coffee shop au. i have not read that much fanfiction but that damn tag just keeps coming up

So. Coffee Shop AU is an Alternate Universe setting in which a pairing is put into a much more low stakes environment than they likely hail from. In this AU the common thing is One Half of a pairing is a Barista and the Other Half is a Customer at a coffee shop. They Meet Cute at the Coffee Shop and fall in love in a relatively straightforward Traditional Contemporary Romance Media kind of way. Coffee Shop AU tends to have a certain level of Hallmark Movie level cheese and most of the conflict is mild or sometimes non-existent. Something I've personally taken note of is that there's often lots of fluff, light humor, and contrived misunderstandings. The AU itself is sort of an indulgent All In Good Fun trope that has become kind of hilariously divisive among fanworks creators and enjoyers across the board. There's nothing inherently wrong with Coffee Shop AU, just to be clear, and I can't speak for everyone because it's all just a matter of preferences. My personal beefs with Coffee Shop AUs are primarily these: - Having worked in customer service and been flirted with by customers I find this conceptually unpleasant and hard to get into. - I don't really care for the low stakes kinds of conflicts that are common there, such as the Customer Half of the pairing is just an annoying prick at first and the Barista Half of the pairing is snarky with them. (Especially when this is usually resolved by the fact that they find each other hot from the get go and just gradually get over it and start flirting instead.) - I find the overtly fluffy light-hearted romance that is very common in Coffee Shop AUs (at least the ones I've attempted to read) to be uninteresting. - I just don't like contemporary romance tropes in general, I think. Like I tried to read Red, White, and Royal Blue and had to stop because it was torture for my senses. I just really don't like it lol. So yeah, if you're seeing it come up a lot, bear in mind this is really all about personal taste. With all things there are exceptions. Back when I was into Erasermight hard core there was a coffee shop au in which Yagi owned a Bakery/Coffee shop and Aizawa was a wedding planner and it was well paced and snappy. An enjoyable read despite it being outside my general genres of preference. I really liked that one. And sometimes, people subvert expectations and make the Coffee Shop AU actually a cover for something else. Like organized crime (which I love) and that I find a lot more fun and interesting. As an aside, other honorable mentions that are Coffee Shop AU adjacent that often hit a lot of the same notes: Florist/Tattoo Artist AUs Daycare Worker (or Teacher)/Single Parent AUs

#fandom #fanworks #coffee shop au #fanfiction #i truly will never yuck anyone's yum i am just a hater lol please don't take my opinions seriously

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thatmexisaurusrex · 7 months ago

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Oh oh oh is the wedding planer au based on the movie? Anything you'd like to share about it? 💐

wip game

Ooh, so this is more at the outline stages (I need to watch The Wedding Planner one last time to get the feel of the film to really get the structure where I wanted it to), but this is a SamRiley request I'm doing for MTH actually! It's going to be a 10K fic and while I won't go by the Wedding Planner's story beat by beat, it will be similar to my Single All the Way AU where it's heavily inspired with a SamRiley remix to it. I'm actually very excited about it, I just don't have enough words on page that I'm happy with that I feel I can show you. I hope that's okay 😅 But it's going to be the same sort of tooth-rotting fluff that I'm very good at writing and I'm sure SamRiley fans will love it 🥰

#samriley #samriley fic #wedding planner au #i wish i had more to show i just have so much I've been writing haha

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I just saw a post and it mentioned a wedding photographer Sherlock Holmes. So now I want to read a fic where Sherlock is a wedding planner (think the movie The Wedding Planner) or maybe a wedding singer/violin player (The Wedding Singer) or even a wedding photographer or something. Do you know of any? You are a treasure to the fandom and I thank you for all you do for us.

Hey Lovely!

I know one for sure that's based on The Wedding Planner:

The Craving in Between by love_in_mind_palace (E, 69,349 w., 16 Ch. || Wedding Planner AU || Infidelity, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, Misunderstandings, Sexting & Texting, Alternating POV, Mary is Not Nice) – Sherlock Holmes, The wedding Consultant. Picky about his projects and a nightmare to work with. Rejects ninety percent of the couples after just having a look at them and can predict how long a marriage will last. But when unassuming, plain, John Watson reluctantly limps his way in his office, with his more than enthusiastic fiancée, Mary Morstan, instead of dismissing the ill-assorted couple on the spot, he promptly decides that the project, and the groom.. are definitely worth working on.

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Not sure of any others though! Anyone able to help us out?

#steph replies #johnlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #wedding planner au

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Just as if we’re Strangers on a Train

Written for OC x Canon week organised by @theocxcanonweek

Day 6 Prompt:

Touching Foreheads / Sci-Fi AU / “Can you stay? Please…”

Baxter/MC OC fic. Ao3 link here.

“He could laugh. Right now, he wasn’t expected to stay in character. The childhood sweetheart, that wasn’t him. But at this moment, as “Theodore”, wouldn’t it be alright to indulge, even just a little…”

[Of course, it wouldn't be me if I didn't take this as an excuse to write for Our Life www

The title is like, a sort of reference to the whole b/w era of romance movies that always have lovers meet on trains or train stations. I mean, iconic and all so…

Please also don’t think too hard of the “play murder” in this. I’m not very smart and I’m not even going to pretend there is a mystery to solve here lol.

Takes place a little before Baxter Step 4 but is not meant to fit into any canonicity, I really wrote this cause the idea just came to me.]

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He finds himself freezing up, mouth agape. The couple he’s been hired by is no doubt wondering what the issue is, being silent for longer than a few seconds. Though, maybe they think it’s just him being in character, seeing as how the young woman standing right in front of him is matching him in shock.

There’s a sudden exclamation of shock, from someone Baxter recognises as one of the game masters from the start of this whole event, now costumed up. “Oh my, young lady! Isn’t that the boy from the picture you showed me earlier? Your childhood friend? What a coincidence!”

The shock was slowly draining from the young woman in front of you, a smile now taut and forced plastered on. “Yes, what a crazy coincidence. But it’s been so long that we may as well be strangers,” she steps closer and extends her hand, though in a way that seems like a private parody to Baxter and Baxter alone, echoing his long-forgotten introduction to her. But this wasn’t the tourist beach town of Sunset Bird, but a live-action-themed mystery game with everyone on it stuck on a moving train for the whole duration of the event. “I may as well reintroduce myself. Perhaps I’ve been forgotten after all this time, after all. Nice to meet you, Theodore. I’m Rosalind.”

How could he ever forget her face? Not when her tearful expression was forever seared into his mind. “Oh, Rosa,” His character card for Theodore had mentioned that he too, could never forget his childhood sweetheart. “Of course not! It’s been too long.”

He shakes her hand, trying to maintain his poker face. He’s basically on a job after all. This damn, blasted job.

The couple he had been hired by wanted a themed wedding, see? But a very specific themed wedding, based on the series of mystery live-action games. It was how they first met. The easy way would have been to just Google what the story and themes were about. But the company’s website was vague, and the couple had explained they wanted it to be an exclusive narrative to their players. So, the consummate professional aspiring wedding planner that Baxter Alexander Ward was, said he would attend one himself so he could best get the feel of it. The couple was excited to accompany him, though considering their love of it, he suspects they would have gone to this event anyways.

The theme of this event was a murder on a train. It was an affair across a couple of days, the murder happening once everyone settled in and received their randomly assigned roles. His, a young rich nobleman - Baxter wanted to laugh when he received his card, landing a role from a life he left behind - who had many regrets, prime of all not defying his parents to marry his childhood sweetheart Rosalind.

Rosalind. He truly doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry. Rosalind was here, no childhood ocean boy or any of her friends in sight. Maybe for the best, no doubt they all knew of her heartbreak after he left…

The game master laughs, slapping him and Rosalind on the back. “Ah, always nice to see old friends reunite huh? Now come, let’s all head to the dining cart. Both of you must have lots to catch up on!”

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They were seated across each other, considering that their characters likely would have wanted to catch up. They weren’t in private, still seated near the other dining cart seats, so they were likely still expected to be in character. So there was a relief, as they spoke back and forth, reciting notes from their character cards. That is, until…

“So, Theo,” The name mocking on her tongue. “I’m surprised to see you alone on this trip. No beau for the season? All here by your lonesome?”

“...I’m here on business, if you must know, dear Rosa. I’m traveling with Hemsworth,” Baxter points to a rather dainty young woman with a moustache plastered on sitting two tables away. The roles were given at random after all, so there were actually quite a few as characters who didn’t necessarily match who they were at all in person. That was one of his clients actually, though currently separated from her girlfriend-now fiancee.

Rosalind hums, focussing back on her food and drink. Baxter couldn’t help himself. Part of him just had to know. Maybe it just felt easier as for all anyone knew, he was asking as Theodore after all. “And you, Rosa? No dashing men with lovely eyebrows or brotherly demeanours have swept you off your feet?”

“...No,” she’s meticulously cutting her steak, refusing to look up at him. “After you left and broke my heart, I don’t think falling in love was ever that easy again.”

He doesn’t know what to say, what he could say. Though he didn’t quite have to, as a young woman slips into the seat next to him - the other lucky woman to be wed, and begins to make small talk to them both. Her role was that of a ditzy heiress it seemed, slightly humorous as Baxter knew the young woman was a rather stern and straightforward lawyer from the times he had met her at his office. He’s infinitely grateful as her presence certainly elevated the tenseness, and Rosalind certainly didn’t stray from her character.

As it turns out, while the player behind Rosalind was here by her lonesome, Rosa herself was with a her uncle, who decided to branch out from academics to art.

There’s an exaggerated squeal from the heiress of what kind of art and lighthearted topic carried all the way till after dessert, when Baxter could finally make his escape.

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He didn’t expect to get invested in what was going on, purely here as a learning experience of sorts after all. But with every player huddled as close as they can be in the narrow space of the train corridor, almost all in nightwear, peering over the poor fellow facedown in fake blood…

Well, maybe Baxter was a little more invested in this than he let on, now that it seemed that the game had truly begun proper. Fingers were pointed and the yelling of accusations had started.

The murder victim was the academic turned artist who recently came into fortune via a rich client and wanted to work with Hemsworth and Theodore to open a gallery, so the duo playing the investors to said victim was immediately brought into the hot seat. But he and Hemsworth exclaimed they had alibis. It went in circles, from the person sitting next to him at dinner to the one who was mostly quiet throughout this so far.

An attendant insisted they all calm down and return to their rooms. They were still miles away from any kind of authority, so for everyone’s safety they should keep their wits about it. Of course, as players, they had been instructed to investigate in their own time to solve this whodunit, and as to not alert the murderer, they would have to do so discreetly or risk being silenced by the murderer…

As expected, the married couple to be had already decided to pair up, whispering to each other. Baxter was glad they seemed to certainly be enjoying themselves…

“Now why should just let it go when it’s obvious who did it!” A man cries out, jabbing his finger towards Rosalind. “She’s the only one who could have! They’re in the same cabin, you idiots! I say we lock her up in a room now!”

Baxter finds himself speaking up, especially seeing Rosalind wince and take a few paces back in fear when all eyes turn on her. It was fine, wasn’t it? It was totally in character for Theodore to speak up and vouch for her…

“Now, now, my good sir. Didn’t you hear the attendant? He said to best let the authorities handle this, hm?”

“You’re just sticking up for her 'cause you’re sweet on her!”

“...She’s my old friend after all. Now, if it makes you feel better, I’ll stay in the same cabin with her. If I’m dead by sunrise, then you’d be right maybe.”

The fellow gives Baxter the stink eye, before he calls out for a vote - leading to Baxter now being locked in a cabin with Rosalind.

Locked with someone who he was technically in private with… No reason to stay in character…

“Would it be cliche if I say I think the loudest accuser is the murderer? Or who do you think killed my poor uncle?”

“Ah yes, the million dollar question… Considering he was an academic who - from what I heard from every other passenger at least once - he seemed to have met them all at least once. Quite the social butterfly, hm, you uncle?”

She snorts, fully breaking character as she takes out her phone and begins to tap away. The rule was that no phones were out in the open, so at least this was fine…

“Letting your sister know that you’re all fine and dandy?” He recalls how protective her family was in general, her sister demanding that the youngest contact her nightly during their short trip summers ago.

“Cove, actually,” she’s typing away, a smile on her face.

“Ah, so still as tight-knit as ever, then?”

“We’re not conjoined at the hip anymore, especially for stuff like this where he has to potentially be stuck on a train for days with strangers,” she finally halts and tucks her phone away. “Well, back to the matter at hand-”

She launches back into theories on the mystery, shutting the door on any other topics. Baxter doesn’t even attempt to try.

Rosalind’s uncle, as stated, was certainly a man of many connections. He wasn’t particularly grand as an artist, but he cashed in on many favours. Ones with rich and influential members of society were especially prevalent. He had taken Rosalind in, purely to have a hold in her whatever little inheritance her belated parents left her and to use her as a chip in negotiations - it was so easy to tempt many with a pretty girl yet to marry…

“Sounds like you would have a fair bit of motive, Rosa.”

“You think I did it as well then?”

“...No matter what, I’ll do my best to be by your side, Rosa.”

He wishes she would look his way, her eyes fixed to the scenery they were passing by. “Must be easy to say things like this huh, Theo? But promises, promises,” Her voice is shaky. “They’re just words you know? I think actions speak louder.”

“...Then what do you want me to do, Rosa?”

“Maybe you’ll just vanish again after this is all over… But at least, during this trip…”

She turns to him at last, eyes shiny with tears. “Can you stay? Please? Just pretend for me that you’re really just Theo, and don’t leave me alone…”

“...Of course. I promise.”

He could laugh. Right now, he wasn’t expected to stay in character. The childhood sweetheart, that wasn’t him. But at this moment, as Theodore, wouldn’t it be alright to indulge, even just a little…

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It had been at least over a day since the murder. They were holding a meeting in the dining cart, the majority exclaiming they found evidence of who it was. It would seem the dramatics of the loudest person really were just signs of guilt as a majority were pointing to the man who had adamantly insisted it was Rosa.

“Y-You fools! It ain’t me, I didn’t do it!”

“Oh come on, you’re the only one with the shakiest alibi, and the murder weapon was hidden in your trunk!”

“B…But…!”

There was a chaos of voices. Baxter looks to Rosalind, who had been increasingly silent throughout the day as they snuck around and questioned guests and attendants alike.

Ah. Maybe she figured it out.

“He’s right,” her voice, though softer than the yelling, cut through and silenced everyone. She walked forward, her confidence and stride like a Queen addressing her subjects. It’s no wonder they all turned to listen.

It’s no wonder she caught his eye, to begin with.

“He didn’t do it.”

“Then who did, lass?! You saying you killed him after all?!”

She shook her head, holding her breath, as if contemplating in the last few seconds. “It was…”

Rosalind turns to him. “It was you, wasn’t it Theo?”

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The story goes that Theodore’s parents, who very much did not approve of the common girl Rosalind, had struck a deal with her uncle. A great sum of money to play a part in a scheme that would pull the lovers apart. Theo would believe she only wanted him for his wealth, and Rosa broken-hearted over a slew of letters of “him” declaring he loathed her.

How unfair, that life pulled them apart.

His parents had passed, not long after Rosalind had left to who knew where with her uncle.

Theo had almost gone mad, upset at them - at himself. So foolish to believe the lies that were fed to him so easily.

He was too ashamed to even look at the letters Rosa has sent him, trying to reconnect…

No matter. His parents dead. The other one at fault would soon be too…

There were horrified gasps on the unfolding scene. Very honestly, mayhaps Baxter was just ever so slightly intrigued when the game master handed him his card at the start. Theodore - the criminal of this plot, with a suitcase of hidden props. So maybe, ever so slightly, he decided to lean into the dramatics. The game masters were still in character, after all, not stopping him.

A “gun” pointed directly at Rosalind, and bitterness in his voice. “Why did you have to ruin everything Rosa? It was almost perfect!”

“What would murdering my uncle solve?! Instead of killing him, you could have just,” Her hands were waved in frustration, she was close to crying in frustration and sadness. “Reached out to me! Explain, said something! I would have listened! Instead, you kept quiet like a coward!”

“I needed to do something to redeem myself… I didn’t know how I could show myself to you again without…”

“I just wanted you to stay,” she had crumpled to the ground, tears falling. “Why do you always have to make yourself out to be a bad guy… You just… Had to stay in touch…”

It really could have been that easy, couldn’t it?

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“I’m surprised she decided to reveal you!” One of the fiancees laughed. “I mean, sometimes in these games, the villain does get away with it, you know?”

Her other half sighs, peaking over Baxter’s shoulder to read his card. “Rosalind would have gotten a good deal herself too, if you got away with it. All her uncle’s riches would be hers and she'll finally be with the man she loved…”

“It must have simply been a matter of doing the right thing,” Baxter smiles, but his eyes were peeled to the train platform. The ending to their little adventure. But… Rosalind’s player was nowhere to be found.

It was almost ironic, for her to now vanish out of his life despite given a chance meeting. Or, perhaps it was like Rosalind declared…

All Theodore had to do was reach out…

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He didn’t.

Because Baxter Ward was a coward.

Besides, her number might have changed after all this time.

We were nothing but strangers on a train, he insists. He busies himself, looking at the information on the next client.

A Scott Adam and Jude Eckert.

Huh. He knew an Eckert, once upon a time… Summers ago…

He shakes his head again. Enough of this. All he had to do was focus on work. After all, what were the chances he’d run into her again, after all…

(FIN)

[I planned this fic before writing but as I wrote I think I lost the sauce…. Sobs….

Also pls lemme know if you spot any silly mistakes, tysm ilu]

#not beta read #oc x canon week #oc x canon week 2023 #oc x canon #my fic #my writing #our life beginnings & always #baxter ward #jamie last #oc mc

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themculibrary · 1 year ago

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Fics Named After Foods Masterlist

part two

A Shared Love of Science & Sushi (ao3) - RedShiloh bruce/tony M, 21k

Summary: How Bruce learned to stop worrying and love the time-bomb.

candy hearts and flowers can't compare to your love (ao3) - soniclipstick (veriscence) bucky/steve/tony E, 2k

Summary: Tony and Bucky are friends. They’re also both dating Steve. Tony’s happy with the current arrangement because he loves Steve. He might also be falling in love with Bucky, but there’s no reason to bring that up. He’d rather have Steve than lose them both in the fallout of that confession.

Tony is an idiot and Steve is clueless, but thankfully, Bucky knows better. And everyone should listen to Sam more often.

Cheeseburgers In Paradise (ao3) - kayura_sanada steve/tony T, 861

Summary: It was when Tony wiped the mustard off his face that Steve realized he was in love.

chocolate covered coffee beans (ao3) - SailorChibi steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: Steve is an idiot. He turned Tony down flat based on the assumption that Tony just wanted sex - an assumption that their friends very quickly corrected. Now it's Valentine's Day, and he has one chance to make it right.

Coffee and Chocolate (ao3) - SherlocksHound loki/tony, jane/thor T, 8k

Summary: Coffee shop AU, kinda. In which Loki lives as a famous chef and has a re-encounter with someone he thought he would never see again: Dr. Tony Stark. Add a nice little Family meeting with drama and get a FrostIron special.

Cookie Jar, NY (ao3) - Siria peggy/steve, sam/bucky T, 16k

Summary: Aunt Sarah's Cookies and Confectionery Co. may operate at a loss, but it's the lifeblood of the small town of Cookie Jar. Business executive Peggy Carter has been sent there on a simple assignment: get the company's owner to agree to a sell off. But what was supposed to be a simple assignment gets complicated when Peggy meets Steve Rogers, who's determined to keep his factory open. Though Peggy's a big city girl at heart, there's something about this small town that she finds intriguing—and something about a certain stubborn factory owner, too.

Gimme Sugar (ao3) - geneticallydead steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Bucky wants to be Steve's sugar baby, and isn't exactly shy about it.

Green Curry (ao3) - FestiveFerret steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Steve, who was the nicest most generous person in the galaxy and would give you the overly tight shirt off his back - and had done so more than once for Bruce, after a surprise Hulking - got weird about one thing: food.

ice cream shake (ao3) - deathsweetqueen bucky/tony T, 3k

Summary: “You’re pulling on it!”

“I am not! Your hair is simply thin!”

“You’re thin!”

What the fuck is my life? Tony sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose.

Seven children, with bright, enormous eyes, stare up at him, expectantly, as if waiting for his adjudication.

if only you could see me (for the pie that i am) (ao3) - bitelikefire (theoleo) steve/bucky M, 35k

Summary: In which Steve is the proud owner of Frost; a semi famous local bakery in D.C. And despite the overwhelming insistence that it’s about time he start dating, Steve swears up and down he isn’t ready for that.

Or as of recently, just doesn’t have the time because of Mr. Barnes. The highly demanding wedding planner on the phone who keeps asking for nearly impossible deliveries and maybe Steve would like to personally strangle him. Maybe.

(There is pie. And misunderstandings. But a lot more desserts and eye rolls.)

Like Cotton Candy Clouds (ao3) - buckybarnesdeservestobehappy (hutchabelle) steve/tony T, 1k

Summary: The only thing Bucky loves more than cotton candy is cotton candy on Steve's lips.

Marshmallow World (ao3) - AllegedlyAnn steve/bucky T, 3k

Summary: Movie Night with the Avengers, Christmas Edition: Including one hopelessly dense Bucky who does not get hints, hot chocolate with marshmallows, a very soft pullover worn by Steve that makes an excellent pillow, and Lucky being a good boy but also a trip hazard.

No Candy Hearts Would Taste as Sweet (ao3) - SD_Ryan steve/bucky E, 10k

Summary: Steve stares, no words coming. To say they’ve been playing it safe would be a monumental understatement. They kiss. They touch—above the waist. They cuddle and caress. But they haven’t had sex. Haven’t even seen each other naked. And Bucky’s saying … Bucky’s telling him he’s ready. For more. For anything.

Steve tests the idea, letting his imagination roam, listening for the voices that have shut down these impulses in the past. He waits for the rush of terror or shortness of breath. But there’s nothing: no self-recrimination, no judgement. He feels hopeful, he realizes, and really really excited.

In which revelations are made and Steve and Bucky have a Valentine's Day date.

Peas in a Pod (ao3) - 27dragons, tisfan bucky/tony, steve/sebastian stan M, 19k

Summary: Bucky Barnes was used to running into Winter Soldier fans when he was out and about. He was less used to running into… himself? What’s a rock star to do when he stumbles into a look-alike contest with himself as the target look? Enter it, of course.

Ravioli (ao3) - monobuu bucky/tony M, 7k

Summary: Bucky attempts to get Tony's attention by claiming Pop Tarts are Ravioli. Tony reacts as one might expect.

Salt, Sweat, Sugar (ao3) - RockSaltAndRoll steve/bucky E, 12k

Summary: Bucky has worked for the Adult Entertainment Industry for a couple of years now while he sees himself through college. The money is good, the people are great and the sex is awesome - altogether it’s great fun. It gets better the day he gets paired up with new guy Steve Rogers who is just about the cutest barely legal twink that Bucky has ever seen in his life.

Sugar Sweet (ao3) - ColorCoated steve/bucky E, 173k

Summary: College Student Bucky finds himself immediately attracted to Steve. He knows that Steve's a bit older than him, and that Steve himself is put off by the age difference. . . But that doesn't stop Bucky from wanting to climb him like a tree. AKA a Sugar Daddy AU that no one was asking for.

the ice-cream truck experience (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor steve/bucky G, 650

Summary: Sam is astounded when Steve and Bucky say that they've never heard of an ice-cream truck, so he takes them out to get them their first ever ice-cream from an ice-cream truck.

the soldier and the cake (ao3) - shatteredhourglass bucky/clint T, 5k

Summary: “Give me a mission,” the Winter Soldier says, a thread of desperation underneath the flat tone of his voice, and Clint’s way too sleep-deprived to deal with this right now.

“Hold this,” he orders, shoves a cup of flour into mismatched hands.

Then he goes back to mixing.

When Life Gives You Lemons (ao3) - starbunny G, 9k

Summary: Steve's idea of a simple life consisted of two things. First, drawing and taking art commissions whenever he pleased, and second, taking care of his wonderful garden.

What it did NOT include was: Having the local wildlife unanimously decide that his garden was the greatest sanctuary ever, attracting the attention of the mysterious species of humans known as 'The Avengers', or starting a war with a cunning raccoon that destroyed everything in Steve's garden, then learning that the raccoon was not really a raccoon after all and Steve should have really known better.

What has become of his life?

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I'm in need of advice since I'm thinking about starting au zoro x tashigi story. Since you wrote so many ZoTash fic, and I really like the way you portrayed them in canon and in AU stories, which of the following tropes do you think works for them? Love triangle, friends to lovers (enemies to friends to lovers), stuck together in some situation, second chance, fake dating, friends with benefits, soulmates/destiny, wedding setting – runaway bride/bridesmaid/best men/wedding planner, amnesia, opposites attract, oblivious to love, unrequited love, Emotional scars, Redemption, Rejected as unworthy by parents and former lovers, Pen pals and a secret baby. I pulled out everything I could! Sorry for the long ask and thank you so much!

I'm really flattered that you asked my opinion!

Fanfiction writers who scrutiny their writing to the point of driving themselves insane are faced with extra hardship since most of us write about established characters, which takes away certain freedom. You don't want them to be OOC, most of us anyway since I have friends who write and don't care about those things, but what is the point then? Why not write a story with original characters? Anyhow, I don't want to get far from the subject since there's a lot to unpack here.

Let me just say this first: I do not think my stories are the "right" way to portray Tashigi or Zoro (I especially have difficulties with writing him, even after 20+ stories and many, many drafts) but I do spend a lot of time thinking how they would react in situations I come up with or the ones based on prompts.

My answer would be that you can make most of the tropes you mention work as long as you have Zoro's and Tashgi's characters/personalities in mind. You can create a plot, but you have to always ask yourself what would they do in situations you decided to put them in. And is it something you think they would do or is it something you would do? I mean, you can only guess since they will never end up in those situations in manga/anime, especially since it's modern AU, but keep in mind their character traits, and behaviours and work slowly towards your goal. Think of small ways to create a bond between them. It doesn't all have to be romantic or sexual. In fact, they are both quite passionate and goal driven. You can use that for your story.

I want to address the tropes I think you will have to work extra hard to make them work, again based on my opinion and grasp of their personalities.

Love triangle - I think you need to be careful about this one. Jealousy goes hand in hand with it as well as unrequited love. I think all of them can work based on the misunderstanding which is the core of their relationship in canon. Jealousy cannot be tackled in the usual manner. You have to think of ways to hint at it but in their style, since they are unwilling to talk like adults, and suffer needlessly under their misconception. I wouldn't stretch it for painfully long though. I know it's a popular thing to do in romance novels, otome games, movies, and whatnot but Zoro and Tashigi burst under pressure when they are together so I feel like they would scream at each other their true feelings at some point. They are not good at hiding their emotions when they face each other. You know the example for Zoro already and for Tashigi, she loses a bit of her polite speech pattern when arguing with Zoro. I asked people who speak/read Japanese and they confirmed that Tashigi is one of the most polite charas in OP, so keep that in mind if you feel tempted to make her curse. You have to think of other ways to express her anger and frustration.

Friends with benefits - I don't mind this trope, but I absolutely hate it for ZoTash. Given their nature and personalities, I don't think they would engage in that type of relationship. Especially Tashigi, c'mon. Do you really think Tashigi would have that kind of relationship with her personality? She's extremely shy and uncomfortable about many things. She screams when her shirt is unbuttoned and you would have to make one heck of a plot to convince me as a reader.

Not sure about the runaway bride to be honest since I never thought about it 😅Other tropes you mentioned related to weddings can work I think, especially groomsman/bridesmaid or even Tashigi being a wedding planner or something.

Amnesia - I'm not a fan of this trope but I guess it can work, just do your proper research about people who actually have it/had it, and don't succumb to the trashy romance novels. It's overused, abused and mostly untrue.

Secret baby - Uhhh another trope I dislike, and I would advise caution. But, it can work, if you're prepared for writing and dealing with the emotional damage. I wouldn't handle it lightly like many romance books/mangas/movies do, and I would take it seriously and do some research/reading confessions/experiences from people who actually had to face similar difficulties since you want to mimic real life.

Basically, google is your best friend for everything, you just have to be willing to dig and take your time. Nothing is easy and believe me, if you are willing to invest time in proper built-up in your stories it will pay off later.

Good luck!

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